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Hi and I am Tania�� I am either too shy or too straightforward�� Instagram handle : @daydreamer__64

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  • brokenwine 117w

    Feeding on me like a parasite
    It is like my bad twin living inside me
    Like I am possessed and this is not me
    You may say I am doing some drama ; a sympathy act
    But I swear I don't like this twin i don't want to see it again
    From delicate I turn into this coarse mouthed animal
    Breaking hearts
    Drooping every heart I touch
    Blocking away the sunlight
    Taking away the life out of you
    When people see this side of me they leave me and break contact they turn away n call me names
    I can't help the moment I am content of leaving it far behind
    She catches up with me
    I loathe her
    You might not believe
    But I do to the extent that
    I can sleep inside the earth so can She die in peace.

  • brokenwine 117w

    I want to hide up
    Cover up myself
    In some lorn and forgotten place
    They hate me
    I know they do their eyesight is cutting my skin
    Burning my soul
    Floor swallow me up
    Sky gulp me down
    Shed away tears in my name
    Write on my epitaph " The girl who fucked up everything"
    I have no friends
    A boyfriend who doesn't loves me
    My family hates me to the core
    Why am I living
    Why do I exist
    Why don't I just die
    Why doesn't He just takes my life away
    This futile life of mine is as baseless as me
    I do nothing good
    To me to you
    I am rotten
    More rotten than an apple
    I hate me
    I know you hate me too
    Every one does its okay
    I understand
    It's not you
    It's me
    It's me and my ass

  • brokenwine 124w

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  • brokenwine 136w

    How it felt to hear yourself get broken?
    To hear the peices fall and then finally shatter?
    Tell me,
    How it felt to sit in tranquillity and listen to your inner turmoil?

    Tell me,
    How it felt when you could have stopped but didn't?
    How it felt to deteriorate?
    To become parts and pieces?


    ©Tania Farheen

  • brokenwine 138w

    Bizarre lines swirled around
    Vivid shapes -long and round.
    Then, intertwining into each other,
    Making the masterpiece of a painter.
    Colours smudged on the palatte,
    Otherwise preferred to be black and white.
    Each canvas got a different story.
    Some gives a scream so shrill.
    Subtle , gentle romance in other.
    Red, green, blue or white,
    Or black colour, of the plight.
    Chameleon heart of million colours,
    All put together on blank papers.
    @Tania Farheen

  • brokenwine 138w

    Can I turn over the time ?
    And unsay those lies?
    And undo those crimes?
    And unravel those riddles,
    That makes up my facade?
    And can I,
    Can I take back my innocently sinful soul
    To the days when it was composed
    of just the innocent part?
    Can I?
    Please, just one more chance?

    ©TANIA FARHEEN | daydreamer

  • brokenwine 138w

    Illusion

    From time to time
    The illusion shatters like a mirror does
    The illusion called perfection
    The illusion called love
    The illusion called friendship
    The illusion having so many names
    And we soon become like the debris from this shattering process.
    Broken . Crumbled . The Remains of something and not a whole.
    Our faith, trust and believes
    Trampled by the steps of these illusion-makers.


    ©Tania Farheen

  • brokenwine 138w

    Some people are just lucky in love;
    I am just not one of those.




    ©TaniaFarheen/daydreamer64

  • brokenwine 140w

    I cry alone.
    I stand alone.
    ©daydreamer64